What we did in Manchester
It had got dirtier since our last visit.
But we had a room on the top floor. On the corner.
There is more to tell.
With lots of pictures.
Read it now. Especially the “alt” tags. If you know what “alt” tags are. I’m not sure that I do.
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Click below to see what the windows looked like at different times.
Night time one
Night time two
Day time again
Also, click above to see us dancing. The room was good for dancing.
It also had a nice kitchen and a mirror.
When we cooked croissants, the room filled with smoke.
In the lift, there were lots of stripes of light on the walls.
The stripes only appear in photographs.
When we went outside, Gill looked very cute.
Outside the town hall, we narrowly escaped being eaten by a giant Santa Claus.
This building might have been made out of chocolate:
The Christmas Trees come in very regular shapes only:
Some creatures were spitting. Which is rude.
Or perhaps they were being sick. They probably ate too many coconut things. From the German market.
A lady fed the birds. I think she’d been there a while.
The art gallery had more nice things than we can show you.
We were frightened when we met a monster.
A lady told us about art, but we didn’t listen.
People were dying, and at the same time reflecting us.
Are underpants art? Some people say “YES!”
This carriage has got nice stays.
A lot of pictures are creepy. Even to an enthusiast.
Even Gill can be creepy. When she’s all in black.
When we left, we saw the sunlight coming down a nearby street.
We ran before the sunlight could get us!
Run, Dan, Run!
Run, Gill, Run!
I drove home, hiding under the steering wheel all the way.
There’s no way that mean old sun’s going to catch me out!